Endless Summer Choices Novelas e Histórias

” Summer ~”At least it is a handful that he enjoys. Bruce ~”I do feel sorry for the poor man, don't know how you manage to trap him to fall in love with you.” Summer ~”The same way you trick people to fall out of love with you.” Bruce ~”If that is what you want to call it. The last time I checked it was called making a choice.” Summer ~”Choosing a business full of delusional men that think they are doing the world right.” Bruce ~”But is that not the same business that you are still in?”

Summer sneers against my plan of pushing them into finding their mates. “I don’t know, but I am sure I can figure it out.” A sudden determination to make this work. I cannot choose between them, so I’ll have them make the choice for me. The cowards way out. “I doubt it’ll work.” Summer taunts, unable to get another thanks to the knock on my door. A sure sign from the Goddess. Throwing my phone underneath the pillow, I yell for whoever is outside to come in.

"When he locked me in that records room and cut off every shred of my hope, did he ever think about my will to live? "When he chose Summer and pushed me in front of the entire world to bear crimes I never committed, did he ever consider that I might not survive it? "Mr. Allen, everyone must bear the consequences of their own choices." She gently pushed his hand away. "He chose the bigger picture. He chose Summer. He chose the Allen family's reputation. So now—this is his ending. "As for me—"

Summer’s POV I look at the surrounding people. I see family, friends and enemies. A lot of decisions are to be made, and it’s up to me to make them. Alexis and I have ultimately determined their fate. We need answers as well. We won’t get them if they are dead.

Victoria asked. "Then Eva dies in federal custody. The boy continues operations. Project Blackstone expands globally. Consciousness modification deploys within five years. Humanity evolves according to dying child's vision because we failed to stop him." Subject Seven looked at each person. "Those are the options. Sacrifice or extinction. Choose." Rebecca was crying. "I hate this. Hate every part of this. Hate that we have to make these choices." "Me too," I said. "But we make them anyway. Because that is what family does. What clubs do. What humans do when calculation says surrender is optimal strategy."

I figured Summer would be too shaken to want anything physical. Her mom’s kidnapping? That kind of trauma doesn’t usually leave room for sex. But Rowen opens a mindlink mid-landing, pushing images through—Summer sprawled out, flushed and needy, practically begging to be touched. She's choosing distraction, and the distraction she wants is us. No hesitation. Rowen and I are always game for that.

I stepped forward. What do you want? The End looked at my children. The universe has reached its limit. No. It has reached a choice. The End raised her hand. Behind her appeared millions of collapsing worlds. They cannot all survive. My son stepped forward. Then I'll save them. The End shook her head. You cannot. My fourth child looked at the worlds. I can choose. The End looked at him. You can choose one future. He shook his head. No. I can choose all of them.

Spring asked, though she dreaded the answer. "Three days," Ember said. "Maybe four. Not long. Not enough time to prepare adequately. Not enough time to find the perfect solution. Not enough time to create a miracle. We have days. Only days. Then they arrive. Then they attack. Then we fight or die. Those are the only options. Fight or die. Resist or be erased. Stand or cease. We must choose. Must decide. Must commit. Do we fight? Do we resist? Do we stand against hundreds of nothing-fragments determined to erase us? Or do we surrender? Do we accept erasure? Do we let them win? What do we choose?"

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?

I had a choice to make, and it would change everything. I just didn't know yet what the right choice was.